|Hearts from my Valentine|
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She woke to the feel of her husband's warmth against her back, and snuggled against him. "You awake?"
"Do I need to be?" He wrapped one arm around her waist, and kissed her neck.
"That depends on how much you want to take part."
His low chuckle rumbled. "Wife, I want to be part of anything and everything you're doing. Especially if it's me."
She turned onto her back to see his face. Sleep had mussed his hair, and morning whiskers had roughened his jaw.
He stroked his chin as if seeing himself through her eyes. "I should shave."
She stretched, and the covers slipped down, revealing her breasts.
His eyes went glassy. His lips parted, and he licked them.
"Shave later." She arched against him, reached up to encircle his neck, and pulled him down for a hot good morning kiss.